My luck

I honestly cannot find the words anymore, nothing to comfort others. I’m just blank, more or less like something that’s been erased. As i sit there constanly with the thoughts of suicide, it moves down my spin.. hurting more and more, like ice onto an ocean. I technically cannot classify myself from an ocean. Because in my mind: I see an Ocean as peaceful, full of life, moving to keep the life going. It’s like we are here to be here? If that makes sense, but unlike others we feel it all, we feel it more and more & it dwells in our minds that we are not good enough and it gets to that certain point where you don’t want to feel it anymore. So you try anything you can to numb it, but you know no one will ever realize how you feel. You try to find a shelter like person to keep you save, but that just hurts it more because they stop listening or they no longer care. Maybe i have gone insane? But honestly, what is insane? We all expect the ‘norm’ .. but does anyone truely know what the normal is? Is it always happy, but effected by very small things and can get over it in a snap of a finger. When you are sad, people look at you, like you are truely screwed .. but honesly.. there is hope for you somewhere, somday. You have to find that place, it may be hard.

My luck.